Book 1
Previously named as mafias chubby bride
[𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 ✔️] (rewriting)
Exuvia;
❝Shedding the past, being reborn into something new, even if painful.❞
He's a dangerous mafia boss.
She's a sweet, calm artist with a tender heart.
In a worl...
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J U N G K O O K
"Ju, relax. It's just a bug," I tried calming my son down, but he clung to me tighter-like a little bug himself. And on the other side, Ashley had her arms wrapped around me too.
"It's so big, it's so big, papa!!" Ju screamed, burying his face into my neck.
"Oh god, why is it coming my way?! Jungkook, please throw it away!" Ashley's voice pitched as she hugged my neck like her life depended on it.
I sighed. Both of them were holding onto me like that tiny insect was about to swallow us whole.
"Come on, baby, you're my son. Be brave," I coaxed, but Ju only tightened his grip, his little body trembling.
Ashley smacked my chest hard. "Then you be brave and take it away!"
I clenched my jaw at her words, glaring down at her.
"And how the hell am I supposed to take it away when both of you are glued to me like a vice grip?" I grumbled, exasperated, but they didn't budge an inch.
Unbelievable.
You must be wondering how I ended up in this ridiculous situation.
Let me take you back... twenty minutes before 9 a.m.
I had been ready to start my day, already preparing to deal with some smuggler who wanted to back out of a deal. It would probably turn bloody-not new for me, just another play in the endless bloodbath I live in.
But everything changes the moment I step home.
Home. A word I never used for my mansion before. It was just a house-cold, lifeless. But now... it feels like a home.
Every morning, the aroma of pancakes greets me, along with the sound of laughter. Ashley's voice-soft, soothing-mingles with Ju's squeals as she teaches him how to draw and paint. They end up covered in colors, messy and chaotic, but damn, they look happy.
After that dinner night, Ashley and I hadn't really spoken much. I kept my distance, thinking it was safer for her-to shield her from the chaos, the blood that coats my hands every day. I can't lose her.
I know what I am: a disappointment. A dark stain in the name of a husband. That's why Alena left me-for some cheap secretary. Maybe he gave her the comfort she deserved. I couldn't.
But she had convinced me she loved me. Lied so well that I trusted her. I let myself believe I was her world, even though it never mattered that I was a mafia boss or a killer. She whispered sweet nothings in my ear, and I drank them like poison. But I never once told her I loved her. My lips never formed those words-it was always a hum, an empty response.
